Title: Saving You
Author: Renai-chan
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does in no way belong to me nor do I claim in any way that it does. I am merely using the characters to fulfill my twisted imagination.
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: M
Pairings: RLxSB
Summary: The war had come to a close but it had not resulted in the happy ending everyone expected it to be. Sirius and Remus have drifted apart over the last few years, but Sirius is determined to repair their friendship and, just maybe, a little bit more.
Authors' Notes: Expect a happy ending despite all the drama that may come up. I am a sucker for happy endings =D
Warnings: SLASH, SLASH AND MORE SLASHY-SLASH-SLASHY GOODNESS ALL AROUND. SMUT, BDSM, VOYEURISM, EXHIBITIONISM, BASICALLY A PORN FIC. Consider yourselves warned.

Enjoy!

A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his lips, the white smoke wafting up towards the exposed rafters. His black silk robe parted midway down his midsection, revealing a pale chest, and again at his crossed legs as he sat casually on the bar stool. His hair was mussed ever so slightly, as if all he had done to fix it was to run his fingers through it, while his eyes surveyed the area before him, clouded with not a small amount of bored distaste.

Sirius found him breathtaking and definitely way too beautiful to be found in such a seedy place as this. This furthered his resolve to save Remus from a fate worse than death.

The war had ended about three years ago, but it seemed as if Voldemort only perished in body but not in spirit. Moroseness and melancholia seemed to pervade the atmosphere wherever he went. Oh sure, there had been celebrations of both wizards and muggles. Many, many celebrations that Sirius had been invited to join nearly everyday since the battle at Hogwarts, offers which he naturally declined. The war had taken a great toll on everyone involved in it and everyone had taken a turn for the worse.

The gravest changes, at least in Sirius's eyes, were in his godson and his best friend. Harry had disappeared a few months after Voldemort's defeat, tired of the press and desperate for a quiet moment or two to regain his sanity. Only Hermione and Ron knew where he was, but they refused to tell anyone, including Sirius. That had him furious at first, but after a while he grew to respect his godson's decision and rather, he simply hoped that Harry would return soon.

Remus had done no such thing, but Sirius found that his relationship with the werewolf was even worse than his relationship with his missing godson. Remus had taken the death of Nymphadora harder than he should have. Sirius knew that it was more than just their love for one another. Yes, they were supposed to get married soon, but it was more because they were going to have a son; Nymphadora had been a few weeks pregnant when Bellatrix had killed her, a fact Remus only found out about after her death.

Sirius knew for a fact that a child was what Remus always ever wanted. The werewolf didn't say so, but Sirius was perfectly certain that that was the reason they had broken up just after Harry was born. The next few months after her death were spent in withdrawal and, day by day, Sirius found their friendship slowly dying until he found that they had not spoken in nearly four months.

It was a situation that had to be rectified immediately. He used his contacts to ascertain where the werewolf lived and spent his time and, from there, he did his own observation. He found that Remus worked in a shady bar in a muggle neighborhood, and even without going inside, Sirius knew exactly what the job description entailed. A few days were spent planning his trip; he'd spent them holed out in the diner across the street.

Today, though, he was going inside; not as himself, but someone entirely different. He had decided that the best way was to get Remus back was to lend an open ear to his pains, and he knew he wouldn't get as effective results as he would if he were Sirius Black. In a mirror behind the front desk, he caught sight of his changed features. Instead of a head of long black hair, he had short brown locks. Instead of an oval-shaped face and a prominent jaw line, he had a softer heart-shaped face. Instead of steely-gray eyes, he had softer brown ones. Thankfully, the person he chose to copy (a muggle he had met up in Scotland) had an acceptable physique; definitely not as good as Sirius, but not bad either.

A soft '...Sir?' registered in Sirius's hearing but did not draw him from his line of thought. Only when a louder 'SIR!' was yelled did he turn to the receptionist in front of him.

"What?" he asked irritably.

"May I help you?" she returned testily, annoyed at his tone. Sirius mentally smacked himself. If he was to become a 'regular' here, he had better get along with the other members of the staff properly. That much he knew from being in the midst of a class of social-climbers. He then smiled as sweetly as he could manage. With his extraordinarily good looks (a fact which he did not bother denying), she would have been putty in his hands. With another face, however, he had to double his charm, just to be sure.

"I'm sorry. I was a bit distracted" he murmured silkily. It seemed to work as the woman visibly relaxed.

"May I help you?" she repeated. This time her voice carried no hint of hostility, simply a professional tone. Sirius nodded.

"I would like him" he pointed toward his target seated at the bar. The receptionist had to lean over the desk slightly to see around the curtain to whom Sirius was gesturing.

"Remus?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. She certainly didn't expect the man in front of her to be gay. Nevertheless, she had seen stranger things during her time here, so she simply scanned her files. "He won't be available for another hour I'm afraid. Maybe you'd like one of our younger men here?" she offered, gesturing to the large window on her right. Sirius found that a number of men and women sat behind the glass pane, all skimpily dressed, smiling and, some, waving.

"No" Sirius snapped. Then more softly, "I'll wait for him. How much?"

"A seventy five pounds for anything for an hour. Thirty five for blow jobs and lap dances" she replied casually. It was a question she answered everyday; it no longer made her blush to say it.

"And a private room?"

"Additional twenty for a full session. Twenty-five for everything else." Sirius did his mental calculations and pulled out the exact amount of money.

"Give me three full sessions."

"Three?" she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "That's 285 pounds. Surely, you'd like someone cheaper? I could give you Alex. He's twenty nine years old, quite good looking and goes for sixty an hour." She pointed toward a young brunet in the middle of the group.

"Remus is the one I want. Three hours, full sessions, 285 pounds. Or I could go somewhere else?" Sirius made a half-hearted attempt to reach for the money but the woman snatched it up quickly and tucked it into her well-endowed bosoms.

"Remus it is" she smiled and gestured toward the bar area. Sirius took note that Remus had left, leaving a smoldering stump of a cigarette in the ashtray on the bar. After a brief 'thank you', he was led by a waitress to a seat in front of a small stage where a young girl of maybe twenty was grinding against the pole.

"May I get you a drink while you wait?" the waitress asked politely. Sirius gave his order and a request for an ashtray as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, leaning against the table and musing over his surroundings. The bar was nothing special. It was rather shabby, but it was quite big. There were a number of patrons, young boys, huddled around the stage area, whistling and catcalling. A few waiters and waitresses milled around the bar, delivering orders here and there to the groups of men scattered around the tables.

From the people he caught coming and leaving as he observed the past few days, apparently, the bar was quite popular. The more surprising fact, however, was that both muggles and wizards alike patronized it. Not too rarely did he see people he knew coming and going, a number of them being 'reformed' Death Eaters. He wasn't too concerned with Remus's safety; he had first-hand experience knowing of Remus's duelling skills.

"Good choice with Remus" the waitress smiled as she returned with his drink, attempting light conversation. Sirius turned to her, nodding for her to continue. "He's quite popular among our regulars. The younger ones prefer people about their age, but those who really get around know that he's the best of the lot. I, personally, like to think of him as vintage wine. The older he is, the better he gets" she giggled at her own allusion.

"Sit down. Tell me more about him" Sirius requested, gesturing toward the chair beside him. The girl looked nervously toward the front desk.

"I couldn't possibly. I'm in the middle of my shift and the mistress will blow up if I slack off." Sirius waved the comment away.

"I'll give her something to shut her up" he replied offhandedly and repeated his gesture for her to sit, which she did after much reluctance.

"Remus? Hmm... Well he's been here a while, even before I have. Probably around a year and a half or so." To that, Sirius frowned. How could he have not know that Remus had been working here for so long? "But he and the boss go way back, from what I've heard and seen from the special treatment he receives. The others have to stay behind that window while they wait for their next customer, but he can lounge back here. We all have to reside in a dormitory the boss and mistress have set up, at cost mind you, but he has his own apartment. He gets sixty percent of his profits while we only get forty. He also gets a day off during they week." She shrugged resignedly; she was a smart girl and knew that not everything in life was fair. Sirius simply nodded.

"But how is he? I mean, what is he like?" The girl sighed dreamily.

"He's the nicest, sweetest man I have ever known" came her reply. "He has this cold, aloof demeanor in front of customers. Partly to appeal to their tastes and partly because I think he doesn't really like his job. I mean, who does, right? But once all the customers have left, he's kind, helpful, gentlemanly. He trained almost all of us, you know?" With that, Sirius promptly choked on his drink.

"Trained?" he asked.

"Yeah. When I'm not working as a waitress, I also do... you know, that" she gestured toward the gyrating girl on stage, "We all do. The boss calls it 'maximizing our usefulness'."

"And how does this training commence?" the animagus took a long drag on his cigarette and stubbed it out before lighting another. The girl laughed lightly.

"You seem awfully interested" she noted teasingly. She then stood up and slid herself over his lap, grinding into his cock. Sirius took another drag. "Maybe I could show you..." she whispered into his ear before giving it a quick lick.

"I already have sessions with Remus" the pureblood pointed out. The girl simply shrugged.

"The more, the merrier, I always say."

"Maybe next time" Sirius waved her off as he caught sight of Remus exiting a room off to one side of the bar, following a tall man who reached into his pocket and discreetly pressed a bill into Remus's hand. The werewolf stood up on his tiptoes and lavished the man a searing kiss, tongue and all, and led him toward the front hall. The pureblood steeled himself as he saw the receptionist gesture toward him, confident that the Polyjuice potion he took would not give him away. Remus sauntered over, his robe parted midway down his chest.

"Blake Acanthus?" he drawled. Sirius lit another cigarette and nodded. Remus gestured for Sirius to follow him and started toward the nearby stairs.